"You can't be," Gabe pointed out. "You're not driving us inter-dimensionally. You can't be an inter-dimensional chauffeur if you're just chauffeuring people who are inter-dimensional tourists. There's a difference."

"If I spill coffee in your car," Merlin grumbled, cradling his cup close and eyeing Raphael, "I will have lost valuable coffee. Believe me, it isn't something either of us wish to endure."

"If I didn't know any better I'da thought you were a coffee junkie, Merl," Rafe observed.

Merlin mumbled something wordless into his cup, and then chuckled. "Ah, Neverland. It's been a while. Why don't we drop by the Sanctuary first and pick up some people to take on holiday with us? I imagine they could use it."

"The Sanctuary's where we're headed," Gabe agreed. "Erskine figured something out about Lucifer. He wanted us to meet them there. What did you come up with, Skul?"

The detective wasn't the only one who could change subjects on a dime.